The incessant shrilling of an alarm clock pulled Rosalie out of dream about dark handsome strangers. Groaning, she reached out and hit the snooze button, nestling back under the covers again. What felt like a second later, the alarm went off again, and she reluctantly pulled herself out of bed. She swayed slightly as she stood up, her head pounding and her mouth dry. Reaching for a glass of water by her head, she had just taken a sip when her mobile started ringing.
'Hello?' she yawned sleepily
'Morning sleeping beauty, have you had a look at the time, don't tell me you've only just woken up!'
'Well if someone hadn't forced one too many drinks down my throat last night we wouldn't be having this problem'
'Ooh touchy!' Jenny laughed cheekily, 'So tell me... have you called him yet?'
'I'm not even going to pretend to know what you're talking about Jen.'
When Jenny started screaming words down the phone to her, Rosalie held the phone away at arms length. A few minutes later when Jen's loud screams calmed down, she placed the phone back to her ear.
'Okay, I didn't get a word of that. Say it all again. Quietly please,' Rosalie requested.
'I'm not telling the story again!' Jen said impatiently, 'All I can say is check your arms and then call me back when you remember. Love you!'
Before she could utter another word, Rosalie heard the dial tone and shaking her head; she placed her mobile back on the nightstand and headed into the bathroom.
'Check your arms.' Jenny had said. Curiously, Rosalie pulled up her sleeves and gasped when she saw the 11 digit number scrawled across her left forearm. She stared at the number for a minute, contemplating whether Jenny had done this for a joke, or whether she had actually forgotten what had happened last night. Closing her eyes she tried to remember the previous night's events. Her memory was in fragments, she remembered drinking tequila, dancing to her favourite song, and suddenly, she remembered the feeling of a hot wet tongue circling her ear. Blushing at the memory, she pictured herself dancing with the mysterious stranger, being seduced by him in the dark shadows of the club. Like a light going on in her head, she whispered to herself, 'Alistair.'
Not wanting to face Jenny, she stripped out of her clothes and stepped into the hot shower. As the warm water ran down her body she imagined his hands running down her body, from her waist to her thighs, caressing her skin slowly. She shuddered, remembering how his touch had made her skin feel electric, shocks running through her body every time he touched her. Not usually a confident person, Rosalie was surprised at how brazen she had been last night, letting the stranger do as he wished to her. Not that she had regretted it; if her sketchy memory proved correct, Alistair has been the textbook perfect male. Despite herself, Rosalie washed her arm with care, ensuring that the number for her mysterious seducer did not get washed away.
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Juggling his cup of coffee and sandwich, Alistair swore and he dropped the key to his apartment. Finally managing to open the door, he rushed in, placing the coffee and sandwich on the table in the hallway, before running into the living room to check his phone message. The red light flashed indicating a new message. Grinning to himself, he pressed the play button and waited.
*BEEP*
'Hi Alistair its Drake... What the hell happened last night? Call me back when you get this.'
*BEEP*
'Hi! It's Claire. I just wanted to remind you to keep Saturday night free. I'll explain why later! Love you!'
Groaning, Alistair sank into the couch, frustrated. His little sister and his alcoholic friend. Not exactly what he was hoping for. He had been wishing for a message from the beautiful stranger he had seen last night. He had just been dragged to the club for a 'Boy's Night Out' when he had seen across the room at a small table with her friends. Despite the obvious stares he was getting from the breathtaking blonde at her table, his eyes had been drawn to Rosalie. She had the most captivating eyes he'd ever seen. Like the clearest pools of blue he had felt himself drowning in her eyes, but she never once looked his way. He had sat at his table waiting for the moment he could catch her eye, but it had never happened. When she left her table and headed over the dance floor, he had felt himself gravitate towards her. It was like an out of body experience. He watched himself take hold of her and dance with her, but was not aware it was him who was doing so. When she had turned towards him, he had known she was drunk; her eyes slipping in and out of focus constantly. He had been glad that she had not pulled away from him, she had been fairly obedient, probably due to the amount of alcohol she had consumed. All he'd wanted to do was take her and kiss her till the room span but he hadn't wanted to frighten her off, so he went slowly. He hadn't wanted to leave but he made sure she had a way of contacting him before he left. Now all he had to do was wait.
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'Call him.'
'No.'
'Call him!'
'No!'
Seeing the pattern of their conversation Rosalie stood up and walked into the kitchen, away from Jenny. Inviting her round had been a bad idea. She knew Jen would try and persuade her to call Alistair but she couldn't bring herself to do it. Despite being drunk, she had felt a strong attraction to him, and could not deny his remarkable beauty. But she was hesitant to call him. He was after all, a total stranger.
'You'll regret it if you don't call him.'
Rosalie jumped; she hadn't realised Jen had come into the kitchen behind her. Jen shot her a cat-like grin before pushing the phone into her hand.
Rolling her eyes, Rosalie dialled the number before she could change her mind. She listened for a moment and then hung up.
'Well, what happened?' Jen asked impatiently
'Answering machine.'
'So leave him a message.'
